I hear the talk of Christmas rain Hitting against my window pane I'm not in the spirit quite as I Would have been if I was a child But as the right bell sounds my heart starts racing Restless for your touch Because nothing really feels like home Like talking to you does Oh then it's alright again Oh it is alright again But a broken bell never tolls In the end Blueblack cold Christmas without snow Warm as your name lights up my phone Only one noun for snow but I can think of a million ways to try And tell you how much I'd like To melt in your hands at night The right bell sounds, my heart starts racing Restless for your touch Because nothing really feels like home Like talking to you does Oh then it's alright again Oh it is alright again But a broken bell never tolls In the end